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A/N: Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.
"You know you want me." Draco grinned slyly.
"Oh is that a fact?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.
"Oh yes. You know you want me, and more importantly I know you want me." He smirked.
"And how did one come to such a conclusion?" A slight smile played across her face.
"The dog told me. He told me you whisper my name in your sleep. He told me you lie around in misery when I'm not around. He said you sometimes wait by the window hoping for a letter from me. That, and I can see the desire, the longing, and the lust in your eyes right now." He slid onto the bed and lay himself beside Hermione, but on top of the covers instead of under.
"But there's one thing you failed to notice besides my need of you." Hermione sighed, ever since those thoughts of him with other girls, in his bed, she didn't feel up to anything.
"And what, my sweet, would that be?" He leaned in closer and was almost on top of her.
"That I am extremely tired and in desperate need of sleep. After all I've been through today. I'll see you in the morning." She kissed his cheek lightly and rolled on her side so she didn't have to face him.
Then she rolled over and let Draco turn out the lights. She listened to his movements as he crawled under the covers. He was still for a moment, and then he scooted closer to her and tried to wrap an arm around her side. Hermione instantly pulled away from his touch and Draco sprang up. Within a mere second the lights were back on and Draco was staring down at Hermione with a look of confusion, hurt and anger.
"Hermione what the hell is going on?!" Draco stared down at her.
"Nothing. Nothing is going on." Hermione answered stiffly.
"You're full of shit. I know we haven't been together very long, but I can tell when something's wrong, and there is definitely something wrong here." He stated and stepped closer to the bed so he hovered over her.
"Nothing is wrong. Why don you think something is wrong?" She glared.
"Am I missing something? Did I say something? Did I do something? Because I certainly don't deserve this." He growled.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it. I just want some sleep." Hermione insisted.
"Hermione, I don't know what to do? I don't know what to say to you? What is wrong with you? Normally if given the chance to be playful you're up for it. Normally if you had the opportunity you'd kiss me, and not on the cheek. And you've never pulled away when I try to cuddle or hold you. What's going on Hermione?" Draco questioned, the hurt detectable in his voice.
Hermione sat up then and prepared to give him and explanation, but the tears that had been building up and held back for the last hour were threatening to come out. She buried her head in her hands and covered her face so he wouldn't see. He then sat down by her and became calmer and gentler. He was about to wrap his arms around her, but then thought better of it.
"Draco. I feel so stupid. I want to know, but I don't. I need to know, but fear of the answer is keeping me from asking it." Hermione whispered as her voice cracked.
"What is it? What do you want to know? Hermione?" He asked as his eyes became slightly glossy.
"When Ron was here earlier he said some pretty stupid things. Yet one thing stood out in my mind. It twisted my thoughts and it frightens me. . ." She paused.
"Yes?" He prompted.
"He made me wonder, oh I can't do it. I can't say it! He made me wonder how many girls you've had in this bed before? Who's been in this exact spot before? How many of them foolishly went to you when you and were tossed aside when you were done? Before, when I was first in here, this bed looked warm and comfy. Now it looks cold, and unwelcoming. How many girls Draco? I can't stand lying here knowing that others have probably been here before me, and possibly treated so cruelly. I feel dirty and slimy here." Hermione finally let it out as her body wracked with sobs.
"Oh Hermione." He whispered and sank down even lower.
"Oh no! You have, haven't you? What did you do?" She sobbed.
"Hermione, I know this may come as a shock to you, but no other girl has ever been in this bed before. There was one other, but she's gone now. Her name was Alexandra, and she was a year older than me. We for a short time were together, and she was in here, and we almost, but we didn't. I couldn't. I wasn't ready, and I'm still not." He explained slowly, and it was clear to see that it was hard for him to admit these things.
"So you've never. . . you've never done it?" Hermione asked timidly.
"No, and I'm still not ready. So don't worry. I haven't before, and I don't think I'll be ready any time soon." He sighed.
"I'm so sorry Draco. I had no idea. I'm so sorry." Hermione whispered.
"I don't know why it would even matter. What if I had slept with others? What does it have to do with us? They probably would have meant nothing to me. Very few people here mater to me. I care about you, Dumbledore, Snape, Damien, and that's about it. I could care less if the rest of the school disappeared. Still, why would you care if I've been with other girls? I'm not with them. I don't want them. I'm with you because I want you and no one else." Draco stated.
"Draco, can you forgive me? I've been such a fool." Hermione pleaded.
"Of course I forgive you. I was a little mad, but I was more hurt and confused then mad. Please, next time you have a problem just tell me instead of having to go through this all again. I don't like arguing with you." Draco hugged her.
She nodded and stayed in his arms for a few more moments. Then she pulled out of the embrace and kissed him softly on the lips. He then went back to his side of the bed and wrapped his arms around her, and they drifted into a soft and peaceful sleep.
A/N: I watched Chamber of Secrets three times last night and twice already today. I know, I have no life, but I can't resist Draco and Oliver. They are so incredibly sexy! So anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to get the next one up this week. Review please!
A/N: Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.
"You know you want me." Draco grinned slyly.
"Oh is that a fact?" Hermione arched an eyebrow.
"Oh yes. You know you want me, and more importantly I know you want me." He smirked.
"And how did one come to such a conclusion?" A slight smile played across her face.
"The dog told me. He told me you whisper my name in your sleep. He told me you lie around in misery when I'm not around. He said you sometimes wait by the window hoping for a letter from me. That, and I can see the desire, the longing, and the lust in your eyes right now." He slid onto the bed and lay himself beside Hermione, but on top of the covers instead of under.
"But there's one thing you failed to notice besides my need of you." Hermione sighed, ever since those thoughts of him with other girls, in his bed, she didn't feel up to anything.
"And what, my sweet, would that be?" He leaned in closer and was almost on top of her.
"That I am extremely tired and in desperate need of sleep. After all I've been through today. I'll see you in the morning." She kissed his cheek lightly and rolled on her side so she didn't have to face him.
Then she rolled over and let Draco turn out the lights. She listened to his movements as he crawled under the covers. He was still for a moment, and then he scooted closer to her and tried to wrap an arm around her side. Hermione instantly pulled away from his touch and Draco sprang up. Within a mere second the lights were back on and Draco was staring down at Hermione with a look of confusion, hurt and anger.
"Hermione what the hell is going on?!" Draco stared down at her.
"Nothing. Nothing is going on." Hermione answered stiffly.
"You're full of shit. I know we haven't been together very long, but I can tell when something's wrong, and there is definitely something wrong here." He stated and stepped closer to the bed so he hovered over her.
"Nothing is wrong. Why don you think something is wrong?" She glared.
"Am I missing something? Did I say something? Did I do something? Because I certainly don't deserve this." He growled.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it. I just want some sleep." Hermione insisted.
"Hermione, I don't know what to do? I don't know what to say to you? What is wrong with you? Normally if given the chance to be playful you're up for it. Normally if you had the opportunity you'd kiss me, and not on the cheek. And you've never pulled away when I try to cuddle or hold you. What's going on Hermione?" Draco questioned, the hurt detectable in his voice.
Hermione sat up then and prepared to give him and explanation, but the tears that had been building up and held back for the last hour were threatening to come out. She buried her head in her hands and covered her face so he wouldn't see. He then sat down by her and became calmer and gentler. He was about to wrap his arms around her, but then thought better of it.
"Draco. I feel so stupid. I want to know, but I don't. I need to know, but fear of the answer is keeping me from asking it." Hermione whispered as her voice cracked.
"What is it? What do you want to know? Hermione?" He asked as his eyes became slightly glossy.
"When Ron was here earlier he said some pretty stupid things. Yet one thing stood out in my mind. It twisted my thoughts and it frightens me. . ." She paused.
"Yes?" He prompted.
"He made me wonder, oh I can't do it. I can't say it! He made me wonder how many girls you've had in this bed before? Who's been in this exact spot before? How many of them foolishly went to you when you and were tossed aside when you were done? Before, when I was first in here, this bed looked warm and comfy. Now it looks cold, and unwelcoming. How many girls Draco? I can't stand lying here knowing that others have probably been here before me, and possibly treated so cruelly. I feel dirty and slimy here." Hermione finally let it out as her body wracked with sobs.
"Oh Hermione." He whispered and sank down even lower.
"Oh no! You have, haven't you? What did you do?" She sobbed.
"Hermione, I know this may come as a shock to you, but no other girl has ever been in this bed before. There was one other, but she's gone now. Her name was Alexandra, and she was a year older than me. We for a short time were together, and she was in here, and we almost, but we didn't. I couldn't. I wasn't ready, and I'm still not." He explained slowly, and it was clear to see that it was hard for him to admit these things.
"So you've never. . . you've never done it?" Hermione asked timidly.
"No, and I'm still not ready. So don't worry. I haven't before, and I don't think I'll be ready any time soon." He sighed.
"I'm so sorry Draco. I had no idea. I'm so sorry." Hermione whispered.
"I don't know why it would even matter. What if I had slept with others? What does it have to do with us? They probably would have meant nothing to me. Very few people here mater to me. I care about you, Dumbledore, Snape, Damien, and that's about it. I could care less if the rest of the school disappeared. Still, why would you care if I've been with other girls? I'm not with them. I don't want them. I'm with you because I want you and no one else." Draco stated.
"Draco, can you forgive me? I've been such a fool." Hermione pleaded.
"Of course I forgive you. I was a little mad, but I was more hurt and confused then mad. Please, next time you have a problem just tell me instead of having to go through this all again. I don't like arguing with you." Draco hugged her.
She nodded and stayed in his arms for a few more moments. Then she pulled out of the embrace and kissed him softly on the lips. He then went back to his side of the bed and wrapped his arms around her, and they drifted into a soft and peaceful sleep.
A/N: I watched Chamber of Secrets three times last night and twice already today. I know, I have no life, but I can't resist Draco and Oliver. They are so incredibly sexy! So anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to get the next one up this week. Review please!